Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- How do you get into a Dalek's head? - That wasn't a metaphor.
Oh, hello, Rusty!
We have been hit! Major damage!
I see into your soul, Doctor.
Oh, Clara, urn, you've not met Danny Pink yet, huh?
Let me get this straight. We had a good Dalek
Rescue One to Mission Control.
Daleks must be exterminated!
Then God save us all.
How close do we have to get?
Well, maybe.
Clara, you did it! It's rebooting.
Down! jump, everyone, jump!
Really? Perhaps we should get out while we can.
- Hey. - English.
We don't need hospitals now. The Daleks don't leave any wounded.
Clara, Clara.
You sent me for coffee.
Rusty?
Well, that's a relief. I hate babysitters.
I need to know where they dump the bodies.
Aristotle!
No more talking, you are done!
I just do that.
Beautiful.
Does nobody get that?
This is what keeps the Dalek pure.
What... What are you talking about?
There were other soldiers and some of them weren't on our side.
Do you see?
You are a good Dalek.
It really could be the bulbs.
No. Hey, not like that.
No, no, no. As far as I know, nobody has told anybody anything.
What? What is it?
Medical examination and all that.
Antibodies?
When the mission's over, hit the button.
If there's a pack of spare bulbs, break it to me gently.
I see your mind, Doctor.
Take me with you.
That door is never going to hold.
Oh, soon, I expect.
You're not my boss, you're one of my hobbies.
It's like somebody's mucking about up there.
Exterminate! Exterminate!
Uh, hey, no offence, but I've got plans.
- I am not a lady-killer. - See what I mean?
Prepare to board the rebel ship!
My brother, but he burnt to death a couple of hours ago,
I've never seen such a miserable bunch! What are you? Children?
Clara Oswald.